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Yeti: [Spotting Peekaboo entering the room and then doing a double take] Oh dear! What happened to you?
Boo: What do you mean?
Yeti: You look like your calico colors are…seeping…or sliding…or leaking…or something.
Boo: What on earth are you talking about?
Yeti: [Beckoning Boo to follow] Come to the mirror – you’ll see.
Boo: [Catching her reflection, and her breath] Oh – OH! My beautiful white bib!
Yeti: You mean your greasy orange bib.
Boo: Oh, man, I thought I bathed it all off!
Yeti: Bathed all what off?
Boo: You know Missus dozed off on the couch last night and then zombied upstairs? She left the bag of barbecue chips she’d finished behind.
Yeti: And you took it upon yourself to steal from it. [Sigh]
Boo: I don’t know if it’s technically stealing…they would have thrown away the dust after all.
Yeti: [Sarcastically] And because that bag is obviously labeled “cat food” [rolls eyes]….
Boo: Well, with all those words everywhere on it, it could be…if you’re not concerned about the letters all being in order and stuff….
Yeti: [Groans]
Boo: [Studying her neck and chest] Rats, it must have stained my fur when I stuck my whole head in there to lick it clean.
Yeti: Looks like you could use your bib for a tasty snack later. [Shakes head] You are so busted. I don’t even have to tattle. Even if you clean up, the bag’s still too clean I’m sure.
Boo: [Bathing furiously] Hard to reach…[lick] help [lick] me [lick] get [lick] it [lick] off!!!
Yeti: No way any day – you know I hate people food. I don’t want it coming up later. Sorry, you’re on your own.
Boo: [Lingering while enjoying the barbecue-flavored residue] Nummy, I can see why people love this stuff. It’s like…catnip. [Smack! Smack!]
Yeti: [Following a zig-zagging lick-y Boo into entryway] Without the hallucinogenic side effects…unless you actually think you can get away with this. Oh, and don’t even think about trying to get into those [indicates the box of bottles of barbecue sauce and seasoning-rub their People just brought back from a trip through Kansas City]. Touch those and you’d best pack for the shelter.
Boo: I’ve smelled them putting this stuff on meat on the grill before; I could never have imagined meat being better, but it’s like magic! [Sniffing the bottles] I can’t get a scent out of these like the bags. Too bad they’re not on the counter so I can knock them off.
Yeti: You are playing with fire, oh Bib-of-Flame. Learn to look but not touch. Or sniff but not taste.
Boo: Yeah, right, so easy. Or breathe but not, um…breathe.
Yeti: Someone barbecued your brain.
Boo: [Sucking on her bib happily] But what a way to go….
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